Kenji Murakami

I don't tend to eat what people would think of as the 'normal' foods for that time of day. There are days I've had nachos for breakfast; but what I eat depends on what I'm in the mood for. Yesterday it was corndogs.

The Italian opening of Masked Rider. It actually manages to make the show look, dare I say it, watchable. Of course, one could argue that that's false advertising... :wink:

I really like that last one of Sho you made, V Guyver. It looks awesome, and very creepy.

Those are really cool, Larz.

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Wow; I thought it was supposed to ba aired on Cartoon Network sometime. I wonder what changed.

A double-dose of nostaigia. :wink:

I love the banner you made with Alkanphel's and the Guyver Gigantic's eyes. It looks great; and so do all the others.

Some people might not have seen that episode, though.

The ban on gay marrage.

I am so ashamed to live in California right now. And this after Obama's election, too. I hate people; it's like every time I figure I can trust them, they go out of their way to prove that they're scum.

(ooc: Chronos tower) Throwing the red ball his dad had gotten for him, Kenji caught it as it rebounded off the wall. Throwing it again, he laughed as he chased after it and scooped it up.

(ooc: Chronos tower) Sitting at a table in the cafeteria, Kenji spears a meatball on his fork and eats it, cuddling up closer to his father as the two of them eat lunch together. "I'm really glad you could make it, Dad," Kenji says, turning a sun-bright smile on his father and twining another bite of spaghetti up on his fork. "Lord Hamilcar was gracious enough to let me have an hour to spend with you," Imakarum answers, patting his son's head. "Things have been a bit hectic of late - what with the search that Chronos is conducting in this area, and the rebel attacks - but I truly do enjoy spending what time I can with you, my son." "I'm really glad, Dad. I like spending time with you, too."

(ooc: back at the Chronos tower) Carefully arranging his large collection of stuffed animals on his shelves, Kenji taps his chin thoughtfully for a moment, and picks up a giraffe and places it next to a deer. How have you been doing, Kenji-chan? I'm okay, Dad. I'm sorry I haven't been able to spend much time with you, but I have a lot of work to do right now. It's okay, Dad. Mr. Dr. Barcas said that you guys needed to deal with the bad people who were attacking us. Yes. But I promise you that I will make an effort to spend at least some time with you, my son. Thanks, Dad, Kenji says, smiling and hugging the stuffed sheep he's holding.

"Mr. Dr. Barcas?" Kenji calls, scampering into the laboratory with an armful of files held close to his chest. "Oh! There you are. Dad wanted me to give you these." "Thank you for delivering them so promptly," Dr. Barcas said. "Leave them on my desk." "Okay," Kenji said, nodding and scampering off.

(ooc: Chronos Central, upper-level cafeteria) Kenji, sitting at a table eating a plate of waffles, looks up as one of the Hyper Zoanoids in the cafeteria passes him by. "Hi, Talvoss!" he calls out happily. "Hey, kiddo," the flying Hyper Zoanoid said, smiling as he ruffled the young Zoalord's hair. "How are you doing this morning?" "I'm okay. How're you?" "I'd be doing better if there weren't so many reports of Guyver attacks in the surrounding area," he said. "Are you worried?" Kenji asks. "Yeah; I'm scared that someday I'll get called out on a mission, and I won't come back. From all the reports on these new Guyvers, they're a lot tougher than the two that have been seen around Japan," he sighs, then makes an effort to appear happy. "But hey, you don't need to worry about any of that. You'll be safe and comfy way up here in the Tower, so you just sit tight here and let us take care of things down there." "Okay," Kenji says, nodding and turning back to his waffles.

(ooc: okay, back to Chronos Central; in an apartment in the upper floors of the large main building) The dark blue covers of the bed shifted, as the figure underneath them woke up and started moving around. Pushing himself up onto his hands, Kenji blinks owlishly in the sunlight. Kenji-chan? Are you awake now? Morning, Dad, he says, smiling as he crawls out of bed and yawns. The speaker chuckles telepathically, It's actually closer to afternoon, my son. Still, you'll want to go eat something before you do anything else. Okay, Dad. Kenji first heads for his private bathroom, washing up the way his father had taught him to, before heading down to the cafeteria to eat a late breakfast.

He's unspecialized as yet. Though he was based off of Murakami's form, so he has the kind of powers. He's like an amped-up Proto-Zoalord, really. He might be a match for a Guyver it'd be a close fight but he might just squeak by on raw power, but any one of the Twelve would be able to beat him with little trouble.

(human form drawn by me, Zoaform courtesy of Ryuki) Name: Kenji Murakami Code Name: Ingriam Mirabilis Affiliation: Chronos Type: Zoalord History: A chance encounter with Richard Guyot in the forest surrounding Mt. Minakami brought the fact that Masaki Murakami's six-year-old son had survived the destruction of the building that was supposed to have killed him back when he was five. Taking advantage of the discovery, Guyot decided that he would take the boy and make him into a warrior capable of - and fully willing to - carry out all of Guyot's dirty work without thought or question. Before he could act on any of these plans, however, Alkanphel appeared and Guyot was forced to make a doomed attack on Chronos' Supreme Overlord. Alkanphel, seeing something of himself in the young boy - who had been force-aged into a twenty-five-year-old and processed into a Zoalord on top of that - took him in as a ward. When Masaki Murakami was forcibly drafted into Chronos, Kenji was very happy to have his father with him. He now acts as something of a student/younger sibling to Alkanphel and a helpmate to his father. Though understandably in a limited capacity.

Q: How does it feel being the owner of the infamous rubber sword? A: For those who don't pay attention to the toys, due to American versus Japanese safety regulations, the western release of my toy has a sword and wings made of a hardish rubber instead of hard plastic. This means you need to undent the toy's wings once you get him out of the package, but it also means the sword won't break if you drop it. Being the American version, my sword is the rubber type. Wayward thinks this is hilarious and spent days saying bizarre things like that it's "normal for a robot my age". She also told me that while my sword is longer than Energon Megatron's, his is always hard. When I pointed out that his also lights up, she nearly choked herself laughing. I don't understand humans at all. ---------------------- For some reason, you whippersnappers keep asking about me. I'd like to just say, "None of your business," but I get kicked in the shins by Insecticons when I do. Anyway, just to shut you up: My name is Vector Prime and I'm old enough to know better, but too old to escape from young people who think I should answer their questions. I was created so long ago that there are no records and I can just make up something and none of you will know the difference. I could claim to be Prima and the Liege Maximo's love-child and even Furman himself couldn't prove me wrong. I'm from Cybertron and lately I've been stuck with the task of babysitting Primus' creations. I'm working with the Autobots because if Megatron wins, the universe is going to be sucked into a black hole, and then where would I sit? My other form is a type of Cybertronian spaceship that could be kindly described as 'vintage'. I have the ability to send myself or others through time and space. Sometimes when I'm bored, I send the Insecticons to the moon. ------------------------------------------------- Well, it seems that people don't want me to defend time itself. The way this is going, I'll never get a chance to untangle the old Marvel continuity and they'll be stuck with four different Galvatrons forever. I think you must all be agents of Simon Furman. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Q: Can you destroy Megatron? A: Easily. I could just teleport him into a star if I felt like it. And then I could be eaten by his fangirls. No, thank you.

I'm currently rewatching my collection of Fullmetal Alchemist DVDs. I'm not downloading anything, though.

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Yeah; you really did great work on this one. The lighting is amazing.